Tell Me One Hundred Times
Chapter Twenty: Dreamt
He used to dream of her. She was the only flower whose smell was heavenly to him, she was the flower whose silken petals had enchanted him and she was the flower he so longed to pick. He'd been shy around her and dreamt of her each night and each time he would wake up with her name on his lips.
He smiled and wished her well when she'd become James' girlfriend. He'd stood behind them and plastered a fake smile onto his face at their wedding. What else could he do? He couldn't take away from James the girl he loved, nor could he have her cheat on James. He only hoped that she understood.
The thought of her kept him human when he became a beast. A man's heart that beat with love overpowered the animalistic instincts better than any potion. He never harmed a single being as long as the thought of her filled his mind and body. He felt human even when he saw fur emerging from his skin and felt the unbearable pain of the transformation.
When their son was born he was happy to see the looks of his best friend combined with the eyes of the woman he loved. The baby was adorable, pulling at his mother's hair while she gazed tearfully at her child. He ached to put his arms around her and wipe away the tears.
Then he found out they were dead. The traitor friend had killed them. He transformed that night in the middle of nowhere. No one saw the lone grey wolf that ran relentlessly through the fields, the wolf that sat still as curtains of rain fell on his fur, the wolf who gazed with large sad eyes as thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. No one heard the wolf howl with a single name in mind, body and heart. Lily…
So what did you think? I promised angst this chapter and as it's raining and thundering here it wasn't too hard to picture this scene. It was Remus Lupin/Lily Evans